i hate the way i look
so i choose to accessorize my body
to conceal what is underneath
i select the distressed baggy jeans to try on
but i still cry over how they look on me
i have unwanted bones & unwanted skin
i hate the way the jeans make me feel
the same as i always do
nothing i do can change me
not crying, not pity, not denim
nothing i do can change me
because everything that i give
will never be enough
one day, i hope to find beauty in me
the beauty they tell you as a kid to strive for
the beauty that you see on TV
the beauty that seems to intertwine through everyone & everything but yourself
so i’ll let the jeans collect dust on the hangers
and tried on by flawless bodies
eventually purchased by somebody better than me
i once thought i was perfect
because all i see in myself is what everyone else wants from me
but nobody sees anything in me.